Page 18 of Dangerous Mission

As I’m muttering, it hits me—holy shit—Griff thinks he might die from whatever is going on with his head. He thinks I’ll be the one to deliver the news to his sister.

That’s why he’s warning me off.

The call fails, a loud beep confirms the connection has dropped.

Rubbing my eyes, I try to focus on the road. It’s much harder than it was a few moments ago. Everything is a blur of water spots and inky black sky.

My body is shutting down.

I’m going to have to sleep.

Taking my foot off the accelerator, I ease the truck off the road. The frame groans as the tires cross a small ditch. This truck is fucked, Beast is going to be nuclear that the team has killed two of Agile’s vehicles.

When I check my phone there’s one tiny bar of signal. I toss it on the console. It’s going to have to wait. Griff probably won’t die.

I guess.

Not that dying is the worst thing that can happen.

I lean the seat back. Shut my eyes and fall away into the blackness.

Chapter Nine

Rain runs down my nose, across my lips and into the valley between my breasts. In other words it awful.

I’ve got to take cover. But I refuse to get in the truck the men who attacked us drove.

I just won’t.

And the plane gives me the creeps. I mean we almost died in there. I’m not sure I’ll even be able to fly home to Florida when this job is over.

I’ll have to go by boat. Who cares if it takes weeks and I have to sleep in the cargo hold?

I squint through the rain and spot a small building at the end of the runway. The far end.

I’m not great with estimating distances but the only place in sight is at least a half mile away.

Dropping my head, I tug up the hood of the borrowedcoat that I didn’t return. The one that smells like cedar and sex appeal.

Oh god.I did not just think that!

Trudging through the deep puddles, I count to five hundred, just so my mind does not have time to think about Scout’s gigantic hands around my waist.

Hot, strong, massive hands.

Seriously, how can I even think about the opposite sex with any level of interest after what my ex did to me?

My ovaries are stupid.

By the time I get to the small metal building, I’m irritated and exhausted and desperate to find shelter from the storm.

I’m also more than a little ticked at Mother Nature for both the weird hormonal reaction I’m having to Scout and the unrelenting rain.

Give a girl a break, for god’s sake.

But alas, no break for me. The door is locked.

After trying the knob a few times, I make a very unladylike growl at the door. “Seriously, couldn’t you just be unlocked and make this easy for me?”